15 April 2000

Facets of the Resurrection

Here I use fiction to understand the Resurrection by imagining the reaction of some of the witnesses. This has been read in congregations world wide.

I keep returning to this place and time. A large boulder, golden in the sun, stands beside the open entrance to a tomb.

I saw Him! At first, I couldn't believe my crying eyes, but He is alive! The man who saved my life has reclaimed His own!

I wanted to touch Him, I wanted to throw myself into His arms for
joy, but he stopped me. He said He wants to meet us in the hill country
north of here. And then He vanished.

But I did touch Him. Just before he went, I knelt and touched His sandal.

Now, I don't know what to think. The past few days have been so
nightmarish, and now they are ended by this simple glory — He is alive!
How can I tell the others so that they will believe me? May the Lord
give my mouth the words to speak, and them the ears to hear.

I have to go. I have to see Him again. North, in the hill country.

— Mary Magdalen

The women are convinced that they saw Jesus alive this morning. I
understand how people can see what they want to see, if they want it
badly enough. Our hearts can lead our eyes to deceive.

Still, God knows I wish it were true! But I have to do more than see. I need to hear him, to touch him, before I can believe it.

If he hadn't killed himself, Judas would have died of heartbreak this morning, hearing the women.

— Thomas

I tell you I don't know what happened. I passed out, see. And no, I
was not the worse for drink. I hadn't had a drop more than usual. I just
passed out, and when I came to, this boulder was moved and so was he.
He was gone. How the boulder got rolled, I don't know. The only new
footprints about are small, like ladies' sandals, and not enough of 'em
to roll that.

Anyway, he was dead, and now he's dead and gone. What's it to you?

— A Roman soldier

Resurrection? Only the pagans believe in resurrections, and promiscuously so.

As for us, our prophets Enoch and Elijah were taken up, but they
did not die. If and when they return, it will not be from the dead,
because the Lord took them to Himself, rather than sending them to Sheol, the Place of the Dead.

If these rabble-rousers sincerely believe this falsehood, then not
even the threat of death will stop them, and the hard choice I made in
getting their leader executed may have been in vain. They could bring
the wrath of our occupiers down upon us, ending the official toleration
of our religion, destroying us as a people. Surrounded by enemies,
occupied by enemies, and now enemies within.

May the Lord preserve us!

— Caiaphas, Head Priest

My cowardly silence at his trial, and again when the Procurator
offered to release him, helped his enemies kill him. The least I could
do was to give him the tomb I had built for the day when I would leave
this world. And now they say he is risen from the dead. That he just got
up and walked out.

I feel as if the awful drama, in which I and so many others
sacrificed his life to save ours, has been undone, taken back, blotted
out. I feel forgiven.

I must find him, if I can, and beg forgiveness from him. Then this feeling will become real.

— Joseph of Arimithea

Now this is too much! The guy preached a false Torah, claiming that
the relationship of all Israel to the Lord is as nothing — that we must
each relate to the Lord as individuals. Ha! To be the Chosen
People, we must be all together one people, Israel. His cult of
hyper-individualism could destroy us from within!

His just punishment should have put an end to that. But now his
followers claim that he is come back from the dead! These cultists will
stop at nothing. I suppose it's my job, my calling, to knock them off
their high horse.

— Saul of Tarsus, Pharisee

My Roman masters will say that Rumor has run through the city,
whispering that the seditious faith-healer, whom Pilate crucified, has
sprung back to life as if he were one of their gods! Then they'll say
that the Pantheon's too full to admit a barbarian whose wretched ghost
couldn't keep his friends from scaring a drunken guard and stealing his
corpse.

Perhaps I can convince the real powers of this world that if we
eliminate his followers, the mob will take them for martyrs, and become
even more restless. Best to leave them alone to make fools of
themselves.

It is ironic that this man's followers now preach a message that
is heresy to both my masters' religion, and my people's. I suppose it
would be heretical to me, too, if I could still believe.
Ultimately, it will not matter. Time will snuff this out, as it does all things.

— Herod Antipas, Tetrarch of Judea

These Israelites all look alike and have the same names. On the one
hand Jesus of Nazareth, who called himself the Son of Man, and
apparently also the Son of God, and King of the Jews. On the other,
Jesus Bar-Abbas, Jesus the Son of the Father. No wonder some people
think the one executed has risen from the dead. They confuse him with
the one I freed.

It seems there is no way to keep order among these confused,
contradictory, and stubborn people. You do what they ask, and they hate
what you do. Ye gods, shorten my stay here, and send me back to
civilized Rome!

— Pontius Pilate, Roman Prefect of Judea

He is risen, the rumor says. Maybe he was God. Maybe the other rumor
is true, that his followers stunned the guards and stole his body.

I say the proof will come with time. If he is risen, let him come
back with power to free us from these foreigners. If we are not freed,
then, risen or not, he is not the Messiah.

And whatever happens, May God have mercy on me, a sinner.

— Anonymous bystander

This changes everything! At first I thought the women were addled with grief, but then I went and saw the tomb myself.

No, the movement which experienced it's leader's death is not
ended — because its leader is no longer dead, but lives! This movement
is just beginning. And it will live because its leader has power over
death itself. The movement shall live because we shall not die, but
live. With Him! For surely, if He raised Lazarus, and raised Himself, He
will not forget us?

Now I know that He is the Messiah! What wonderful things must come! I can hardly wait to go north tomorrow and find out!

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I'm a Christian and a retired weapons scientist, vocations which have sensitized me to some of the ways in which the world is dangerously insane. So, on 4 July 1996 I founded the Virtual Church of the Blind Chihuahua, which is moving to this blog.